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Pyramid Head NSFW Alphabet
Warnings: nsfw
A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)
If he doesn’t straight up disappear, then you’re one of the lucky ones. After explaining the concept to him and why it is necessary, you might be graced with a few cuddles. The most consistent thing he would do is to cover you up with his smock if you fall asleep.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)
Aside from the fact that he finds it rather foolish to have favourite parts of yourself, he rather likes his hands, how large and strong they are, how they can so easily kill and give pleasure to you. He likes your face, more specifically your eyes, as they hold the world to him.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
His cum is thick and sticky, and he likes to cum either inside you (he doesn’t care about the clean-up, nor participates in it) or on your face, and see how your face scrunches up and how you wipe it off.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
While at first, he wanted to tear you from limb to limb and do all sorts of unspeakable things to your ravished body, he does not want to do so anymore. Not something to be kept a secret, but mind you, he has never experienced such thing.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
It’s hard to say, as he has had sex before, but has not had much experience in the ways that sex could give one pleasure. So, while he knows all the anatomy and is able to fuck for his own pleasure, you’ll have to teach him how to give you yours.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
He doesn’t really understand the more complex positions, and just prefers positions where he has good access to your hole, such as missionary, mating press, doggy style, etc. If he’s on the receiving end, he prefers any position where his helmet won’t get in the way.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
As he does not have the necessary parts to form functional sentences, he is unable to make jokes, although he doesn’t want to. He would not find any attempt to do so humorous. They’re more confusing to him.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
There are no drapes to speak of, and he has very little hair, that he doesn’t groom at all. After all, why should he?
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? are they romantic?)
He does not know of intimate love, and does not understand why it is incorporated during sex. So no, he is not intimate nor romantic.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcannon)
There is a thin line between sexual pleasure and pleasure derived from inflicting pain, and Pyramid Head doesn’t care to tell the difference. When he’s horny, he might go and kill people, when he’s lusting for blood, he might go and jack off.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Into heavy sadomasochism, as well as having a blood kink, weapon kink, power play, etc. He’s into some kinky shit, and, while he won’t tell you, one could probably guess. Make sure to stand firm with your boundaries.
L = Location (favourite places to have sex)
He does not understand much of privacy, nor about the intimate act of sex and that it should be kept from prying eyes. The halls of Silent Hill do just fine, and so does anywhere else.
M = Motivation (what turns them on?)
A lot of things turn him on (as he embodies the more primitive part of the brain that contains sexual desires, among others), ranging from simple gestures such as adjusting clothing to absolutely nothing at all. He’ll be going on with his day and be suddenly hit with a wave of lust.
N = No (what turns them off?)
Everything is intriguing for him, except sharing. While he’s not the most possessive, as he knows you’re his, but he won’t condone sharing, even if it’s for sex.
O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)
As this video so eloquently put it, Pyramid Head is more of an ideal than anything, a personification of id, and therefore, in my humble opinion, does not have a head. So, safe to say he cannot give proper oral, but will attempt it with whatever mouthparts he has. Still, he prefers to receive oral.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
He’s fast and rough, as he didn’t know sex could be a holy thing. Perhaps teach him the gentler side by fucking him and whispering praises, kissing his scars and telling him how much you love him, and he’ll get it.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)
Sure, he’ll do quickies, but most of the time they become full-blown sessions, as he doesn’t care if you’re late for something or if the two of you really shouldn’t be fucking right now.
R = Risk (are they experimental? do they take risks?)
He didn’t know if many different ways to enjoy sex, and is up to try anything, even if you’re hesitant. He takes risks, but it’s more because he doesn’t know it’s bad for you, or of the consequences.
S = Stamina (how long do they last?)
He can go on and on, and doesn’t really get sick of having sex too quickly. He’ll play with you for about two days straight and then get bored, and move on with his duties.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them?)
He does not own toys - he does not know what they are - but he would be lying if he said he never used another object to penetrate himself.
U = Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)
He enjoys teasing, prolonging your suffering for his own pleasure. He might forget to reward you for your patience, or get lost in your torture to even bother. If you tease him, he’ll be a whiny mess, so expect payback.
V = Volume (how loud are they?)
As he does not have a head, he too does not have complex vocal cords to speak - no dirty talk, just dirty thoughts. He will be somewhat vocal, with grunts and other strange noises, and they’re rather loud, but not too often.
W = Wild card (a random headcannon for the character)
He generally doesn’t understand concepts such as sexuality and gender, so you’ll have to explain to him if you want to hide the relationship for whatever reason. He’s not as possessive as one might think, as he knows you’re his, and is perfectly capable to punish you if you ever are unfaithful.
X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)
Huge cock for a huge man. He’s both a grower and a shower, with his penis being 11.6 inches (29.5 cm) when flaccid, and 12.1 inches (30.7 cm) when erect.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
It’s pretty high, being as he embodies those parts of human nature. He’ll sometimes deal with it himself, but usually finds someone to do such favour for him, whether that be you.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Roaming the halls of Silent Hill, he did not need sleep, and he does not now, no matter the intensity of the session.
#dead by daylight#dead by daylight x reader#silent hill#silent hill x reader#dbd#dbd x reader#dbd pyramid head#pyramid head#pyramid head x reader
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Do you think Hawks will die to save Toga?
Personally, I wouldn't like it if either of them died. Like, the potential narrative payoff here would be strongest if both of them lived, imo. I would rather see a situation where Keigo donates just enough blood to stabilize them both, rather than a situation where one person completely exsanguinates themselves and leaves behind a rash of trauma and unresolved feelings in the person they "saved."
I'm definitely not the best when it comes to Hawks meta, but I'll try my best to break down my personal feelings on why I feel both Keigo and Himiko need to live in order to "break the cycle":
1. You Can Start Over. I'll Help You.
This one's the biggest, most obvious point in favor of them both living imo. Hawks made an offer to help Jin start over, but rescinded that offer and immediately went for the kill the moment Jin showed signs of resistance. This was Keigo's biggest failure as both a hero and as an individual, and something he has yet to atone for.
In turn, Himiko believes there are no second chances-- that her only options are death or being locked away forever. So, she chooses death. She needs someone to offer her a third option.
The set up is there.
There's also the matter of Keigo and Himiko both stating that they want an "easier world" as their core motivation, and both of them state that they want to be the ones who help make that world.
Their goals only sound simplistic on the surface and serve as a mask for their respective traumas, but... ultimately, a world that's easier for Himiko to live in (where she is consensually given blood by someone who loves her and she is allowed to give her blood back to the world in return) is a world where heroes can finally take it easy-- because it's a world that nips the endless creation of its own "villains" in the bud, through unified acts of compassion and understanding.
Both characters have caused others intense pain and hurt others in their attempts to take shortcuts to the creation of an "easier world"-- Hawks is the hero that's "too fast," and Himiko is also associated with her near-supernatural speed. They're both too impatient and want the quickest possible results. Having both Himiko and Keigo living and learning the "right way" to create their ideal world-- and then, getting to be a part of that world as they both continue to atone-- feels much more meaningful than having one or both of them die before they can see that future reach fruition.
2. The Big, Suicidal Elephant in the Room
The majority of the LOV members all struggle with suicidal ideation-- Touya wants to set everything Endeavor ever chose over him ablaze, and he wants that inferno to also serve as his funeral pyre. Tomura has got a dissertation's worth of issues regarding his own mortality and self-perception/identity, and his whole "let's-just-destroy-it-all/we-don't-need-a-future-actually-lol" schtick has always been a symptom rather than a legit proposal for a cure. Himiko wants to disappear into the identities of the people she loves, because the world treats her a little more kindly when she isn't "Toga Himiko." The LOV trio's arcs all revolve around "death of the self" to some degree. (That said... resurrection and rebirth are also heavy themes within Tenko, Touya, and Himiko's arcs, soooo....)
Keigo also struggles with suicidal ideation and places the worth of his own life far, far, faaaaar below that of everyone else.
This has already been said, and shouldn't really need to be said in the first place, but-- people have every right to feel uncomfortable and criticize a story that attempts to validate suicidal characters by portraying their suicide in a noble/redemptive light.
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3. It's All About All Mi-- Err..... Tomie?
"I was fine with that-- not saving her, turning my back on her. Me, who claims he wants to help people." - Hawks, about Tomie.
"I tried to go about things the right way" is a good line that touches on one of the core conflicts of Keigo's character: He suppresses so much of his natural instinct to do good so he can do "right."
Keigo knows in his heart of hearts that "the right way" doesn't save people like his mother, it didn't save Jin, and it's not going to save Himiko. He's been groomed into upholding the society and status quo that caused him and Tomie to nearly fall through the cracks in the first place-- and I've always found it both fascinating and sad that Keigo seems to equate choosing "the right way" (i.e. becoming a hero) to abandoning his mother. Keigo effectively being *sold* to the HPSC is what took Tomie off of the streets and gave her a roof over her head-- it gave her "a chance to start over." But Keigo doesn't seem to view this as true saving. With that in mind, his attempt to "save" Jin by essentially giving him the same offer the HPSC gave Tomie was always doomed end in failure.
Keigo: "My mother feared punishment for harboring a criminal, so she took me and ran."
Tomie first ran out of fear of being arrested after Takami Thief was captured-- which led to both her and Keigo being homeless for an extended period of time. She ran again after Dabi/Touya threatened her for information on Keigo, this time out of fear of her son-- a son who had became synonymous with "the law" she feared so much in her eyes. She can't bear facing him after her betrayal and implicitly fears punishment/condemnation from him (even though Keigo had *no* intention of punishing her)-- Tomie readily leaves behind the "normal" home and "normal" life that Hawks obtained for her through "doing things the right way," bc the imaginary threat of punishment and condemnation is something that comes across as worse for her. This only further convinces Keigo that he failed to save his mother, even though he's the one who's being betrayed and hurt by her.
I can't help seeing similarities between Tomie & Himiko's decisions to run out of an intense fear of punishment/imprisonment, and how this inevitably ties to Keigo. Keigo subconsciously realizes that he can't truly save people like Tomie, Jin, or Himiko as "Hawks" because "Hawks" is part of the problem. He longs to save others as himself-- as "Takami Keigo" (which is why the loss of his quirk kind of has me like "👀 👀 👀 whatcha gonna do next, turkey boy...,,..👀 👀 👀" )
As an aside, I seem to recall that transhawks made a few meta post where they talk about how there are traces of Jin's design in Tomie (esp her eyes, which have the same dead-eyed thousand yard stare) and that their resemblance is likely intentional (edit: link to one post pointing the resemblance out)-- It's not as overt, but imo, Himiko also resembles Tomie (just a little!) when she has her hair down.
Anyway! Both Jin and Himiko dying after Keigo A) has spent his whole life agonizing about how his own mother wasn't able to survive in their current society, B) has expressed guilt about how he didn't even try to save her and didn't make attempts to involve himself in her life, C) has talked at length about he wanted to be "more like Bubaigawara" and then proceeded to roleplay him, badly, for a good third of Act 3 (ohhhh boy ☠️☠️☠️), and D) had demanded that Toga be killed immediately after she arrives in Gunga, only for Ochako and Tsuyu to explicitly challenge and reject the idea that killing was the only option available.... idk, Himiko dying while Keigo does nothing would just feel massively incoherent at this point??
TL;DR The resolution to Keigo's arc currently hinges on addressing his origin, his identity, his guilt, and his ties to these three characters. Keigo feels that he failed with Tomie, and he explicitly failed with Jin-- and I personally don't think his arc can have a satisfactory ending without addressing those failures through Himiko, or without him trying to right where he went wrong by helping her in some capacity. This is a chance for him to finally follow his innate drive to do good over doing what their society dictates as "right."
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All that being said, if Hori did decide to have Hawks sacrifice himself: Hawks choosing to sacrifice himself because he wants to believe in the future that the hero kids are creating and wants to believe that children like Himiko have a place in that future feels WAAAY more tonally consistent with mha's themes than Himiko choosing to sacrifice herself because she doesn't think she has a future
One message is about healing and hope and belief, the other is about failing to truly save someone who was already suicidal from their inevitable self destruction.
MHA has been defining true saving as "going above and beyond" for hundreds of chapters now-- true saving means saving a person's heart, body, and soul. It means giving them a future. By mha's own definitions, Himiko choosing to kill herself means she wasn't saved. Pure and simple-- You can't save the heart but not the body/soul (Himiko), you can't save the soul but not the body/heart (Touya), and you can't save the body but not the heart/soul (Tomura). There's a lot more work to be done here-- but that's fine, bc MHA has never depicted true saving or true healing as some magical, instantaneous thing. (#recoverygirldni)
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Brush Everything Away (At Last I Am Here For You)
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Welcome to my newest work! This one's finally not about Dreamtale but about Ink and Broomie!Papyrus. For inspiration thanks to @zu-is-here and her community!
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Chapter 1
He does not have a name. None of them do. They probably wouldn't even know about that if not for the ever-present feeling of emptiness clutching their souls, minds, and bodies. Their world lacks a lot, so much they can't even comprehend. Details are of no importance though. The emptiness is always there, outside and inside, sharp and painful. They rarely talk about it — all's clear as it is.
"Brother?" What an utterly meaningless word. The two skeletons, the tall and the short, know for sure that's how they're supposed to call each other, but have zero idea what it means. They only try to stay together, since there must be a special connection between them if they have a special word. Right?
There's no one to answer. Nobody will hear, no matter how much you call.
Nobody will come.
"Something happened?"
The tall skeleton grudgingly opens his sockets. His brother stands a few steps away, looking at him curiously: all of them barely ever sleep, and the taller sleeps the least. It feels like, while sleeping, he loses the last fractions of his own existence, stops to be — even in this devective way he's being.
"Nothing. You just asked not to let you sleep, remember?"
He remembers. It's just… who knows what'll happen in the next moment. Change is a rare thing in their world, but they're even more rarely a good thing.
All of them have quickly learned two feelings — boredom and fear.
Their world is full of things barely half-way done, almost empty places and ideas never realised — words they know how to write and say but lack meaning. There are times when the hidden connections appear — that's how the monsters found out about their souls — or disappear without a trace.
They're all hopeless. The monsters know very little about their own kind, although something tells them hopes and dreams mean a lot. Like magic that their bodies are made of. But what's a "dream"? They don't know if they have that. Perhaps they do, unconsciously?
Various things happen in this strange world. Is it the way it's supposed to be?
The tall skeleton nods and gratefully looks his brother in the sockets. His brother gives him an understanding smile.
The taller skeleton's voice is too loud for this quiet, empty place. He prefers to stay silent. His brother, like many others, doesn't insist.
After all, what'd stay of them if they stopped accepting each other the way they are? There's a lot they lack as it is. They can't just lose each other, too.
His brother gazes at him in farewell, always caring and a bit worried, then takes a few steps and disappears. He always does that, though he doesn't know why or how. No one else can do this, so the tall skeleton thinks, Brother's special.
All of them are special in their own ways.
Unless they value their differences and similarities, what'll become of them?
That's a regular train of thought for him. They're all permanently in an existential crisis, they feel incomplete somehow, abandoned.
No answer.
Nobody'll come.
Frowns. This thought's already been there, the train's caught its own tail and begun eating itself.
What a peculiar image indeed. He's never shared it with anyone, not for an opinion and not to feel lighter. Maybe someday later.
He stands up easily, taking in the familiar scenery — waterfalls that lead to nowhere, cattail, stones shining on the distant ceiling, wooden bridges, and finally, endless fiery-red echo flowers, repeating what's been whispered and more, something unfamiliar and incomprehensible.
The moment he stands up properly to continue his walk, though, the caves where they live start shaking under an invisible force no one's ever experienced. Through the sounds of the water falling into nowhere and shuffling of cattail, there's a distant half-mad laughing. Then, there are screams. What's happening?
For the first time in forever, there's this oh so new, oh so unnatural thought, What's happening? Because in this world, there's nothing to happen, not anything this massive.
His feet bring him to the horrible sounds all by themselves, his mind screaming to run away. He's never known it, but now he does. That's what danger means.
The place where he lives with his brother is destroyed, and it's so easy to find the source — the blue strings of a skeleton he's never seen before and doesn't particularly see even now — there's a word "error" covering him. The buildings are ruined and the monsters are either dead or captured by the same blue strings. Then, there's another unfamiliar figure, fighting the first one.
He stops, panic rising in his whole body. Too much change! Too much colour! Too much noise! Too much! All of this! Please end it!
He falls on the snow, and that's when the two break apart — the tall skeleton notices the lack of noise but not the two strangers. He still looks up through his panic.
The second — his eye-lights change form and colour or is the tall skeleton hallucinating?.. — reaches him at the same time the first one's strings do.
Then, there nothing but darkness.
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It begins! How do you feel so far? I'm a bit unsure about the description of an unfinished AU. It's more thought-out than ____TALE, but still abandoned. I like to think that would be an interesting dynamic, but would it really? Look forward to your thoughts!
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I Know I've Kissed You Before But I Didn't Do It Right - 2k Words
Ren and Martyn are not sure where their relationship lies, and some trial and error is required to figure it out.
(my last fic for @treebarktitleswap!!! this event was so fun man!!)
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Martyn knows he is in love with Ren.
He knows this, as the knowledge comes easy to him, as easy as breathing does. Martyn is in love with Ren, and he knows it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Like it’s been taught to him since the moment he was born. He is in love with Ren, fully and with all his heart. He loved him like he had never loved anymore before.
But he doesn’t know if Ren loves him back.
He thinks Ren might, by the way their interactions go. Or, well, more like Martyn hopes he does. It's the beaming smiles he's given that make him think that. It's the way Ren is always laughing at his jokes, the way he's always looking out for him, the way he'll reach over and just hold Martyn’s hand for no reason. Or any of the casual touches they share, touches that neither of them exchange with their other friends. They've only known each other for a few weeks, and despite the bad start they had, Martyn finds himself very attached. He thinks Ren is attached as well. Someone who's not attached wouldn’t be so close to him right now, letting Martyn sleepy rest his head on his shoulder.
He thinks Ren is attached, because he has recently let Martyn share his bedroom with him. Martyn had his own room before, of course, but it had been a small thing. A small thing that was rather unkempt, and Ren had said it wasn't fit for anyone to sleep in. Let alone Martyn. And he says it's far too cold for anyone to sleep by themselves, since winter is now steadily approaching. The blonde just thinks he wanted to share a bed, and simply could've asked to do so.
Martyn feels a hand run through his hair, and he glances upwards. Ren is humming something quietly to himself, his claws playing with the blonde's hair. It's….pretty nice, Martyn has to admit. Despite now sharing a bed, and cuddling every night, and being practically glued to each other every hour of the day, they're not….intimate like this very often. Even if Martyn wants them to be. Even if he wants soft mornings like this one. Even if he wants it like he wants nothing else in the world right now.
Maybe he should just bite the bullet, and admit that to Ren. Say that he wants to be something more, to define their relationship, to stop dancing around each other and finally talk about everything.
Maybe, in a rare spur of longing and desperation, he decides to do it now, as they rest in bed together. Before the day starts, or something else happens, and the small burst of confidence disappears to never come back every again. Or before something bad happens, like an attack on the base or something, and they don't get another moment like this for a little while, and there's no other time to say it but now
“Hey.” Martyn murmurs, lifting his head up. Ren removes his hand from the blonde's hair, his tail starting to flick against the bed in curiosity. It’s always so cute when he does that….
“Hi.” Ren responds, pressing a delicate kiss into his hair. Martyn feels himself blush cherry red for a second, as he always does when Ren is delicate with him. Which ends up being most of the time with Ren, actually.
He takes a breath, and just….asks it, his eyes focusing on the wall. He doesn't want to see Ren’s expression right now, a little scared of what it might be. A little scared of the rejection that might be hiding there. “What are we?”
“What do you mean…?” Ren shifts under him, his voice hesitant. And a little puzzled. He already knows the dog's ear is twitching in concern without even looking up at him.
“Like, our relationship, what is it?” Martyn asks again, shifting away. He removes his head from Ren's shoulder, still a little scared to meet whatever expression he's about to. Even if it's one he doesn't want to see. “What are we?”
Ren pauses before speaking, as if not sure what to say. Like he wants to consider how words before he says something wrong and makes everything worse. “I….dunno, really,” He says, tail flicking in thought. He seems to draw Martyn closer as he speaks, despite the fact that they’d been literally leaning on each other just moments before. “But….I think we're something .”
Martyn goes to respond, but can't even get a squeak out. Ren, on a spur of the moment decision, leans in, and makes part of how he feels about the two of them both very clear and also muddied as hell at the exact same time.
Ren places a soft kiss on his lips, his hand cupping the blonde’s cheek a little hesitantly. Like he isn’t too sure about doing this. Martyn blinks, surprised, but he does try to kiss back, for the briefest seconds that their lips are connected. It’s not really a deep kiss, or a long one, but it’s a kiss regardless. A kiss Martyn instantly wants to savor forever.
Ren pulls away as quickly as he’d leaned in, his gaze unreadable thanks to the sunglasses. But the rest of his expression is clear as day, and the frown starting to form is plenty readable. Martyn places a hand over his, holding it, and doesn’t really know what to say. There’s a lot he wants to say, though, he just isn’t really sure how to word it.
(He thinks I love you is one of them…)
“Sorry.” Ren mumbles, moving away from him. “I just…wanted to do that.” There’s a flush on his cheeks, and the blonde can’t tell if it’s because he’s embarrassed or flustered. He thinks the color looks quite pretty on the other, and wants to see it way more often.
“It’s fine…” Martyn mumbles, reluctantly letting his hand go. He doesn't want to, but Ren doesn't want to stay. Not right now, anyways. He doesn't want to force him to stay if doesn’t want to, he doesn't want to ruin them like that.
“We should start the day.” Ren clears his throat, starting to move away from Martyn and off the bed. Off their bed, though it doesn't feel like it is the both of theirs right now. “Make some breakfast.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Martyn says, scooting away from him as well. He swings his legs over the floor, and knows the breakfast will be horrible and award before he even enters their makeshift kitchen area, and finds Ren reluctantly making a plate for only one.
Well then. That talk could've gone better, and the kiss that followed it is just making him want it more. Even if he thinks there will never, ever be another one between them again.
(He thinks he's just ruined everything about them , and now has to figure out how to live with it, and without his beloved Ren.)
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The next time it happens, despite all of Martyn’s doubts and worries, they are sitting on Ren’s bed together. It’s been a few weeks since then, and a lot has changed. For one, he has been crowned king, and his beloved's hands have been stained with his blood. A crown sits atop his head most of the time now, except in the private moments with Martyn, the one time where he takes it off and lets the worries of the world go; content to be alone with his favorite person for just a little while. His favorite person who, ever since his own beheading, Martyn is now the Hand of the King. His right hand man, the one person he'd trust to slice his head right off his body. The one person he'd trust to die and kill for him then come home and mutter sweet nothings into his ear and hold him softly when they wake up in bed together. His right hand man, his sweet beautiful Martyn who means the entire world to him and then some.
A lot has changed, because Ren is a bit more certain on his feelings now. He has thought it over, mulled over it for hours upon hours in his mind, and has come to a conclusion. Ren is in love with Martyn, and has been for weeks now. He just wasn't sure of it the last time, when Martyn had asked what they meant to each other.
He really wishes he was, so he could've given his hand a proper answer. So he could've kissed him correctly, in the way he's been wanting to for a while now. He wishes he was, so they didn't have to sit in slight awkwardness and fleeting, unsure touches until they had the confidence to right themselves again; after Martyn cut off Ren’s head on his own request and cleaned his hands of the blood.
He thinks he's been in love with Martyn the whole time, ever since they first laid eyes on each other all those weeks and days ago. Ren wonders if Martyn’s been in love with him for just as long, and feels like that answer might be yes , the longer they are together and the more soft looks they share.
One morning, a few days after he realizes he's in love with his hand, they are laying in bed again. It's the same as they start every morning, lazing around in bed and doing nothing but exchanging soft words and touches. One morning they are laying in bed together like normal, and Ren decides he's finally ready to talk about them again.
“Hey Martyn?” He mutters rather softly, the blonde clutched in his arms and comfortably held against his chest. Ren has his face buried in Martyn’s hair, and nuzzles into him even further. There's a lot of affection pouring out of him right now, as there Always is when they spend time together, and he needs the blonde to know just how he feels. He needs to tell him he loves him, to hold and kiss him to his heart's desire, and cannot do that unless they talk about them once more.
Martyn hums, moving his head and, a little sadly, dislodging Ren. “Yes, m’lord?” He asks, meeting the King’s eyes. His gaze is curious, and piercing, and Ren feels his breath hitch a little upon meeting it.
“You don't have to say that when it's just us, darling.” Ren mumbles, a frown forming on his face. He doesn’t want that to define their relationship, the stupid personas and things they play up when around other people. When they are in private he wants them to just be them , to just be Ren and Martyn and nothing more. He doesn't want the raging war outside to contaminate even their bedroom and their special mornings together.
“Sorry.” Martyn mumbles, his brows furrowing just a little bit. Ren decides they can talk about that later, on a different day, when their relationship has been defined better and is more separate from their stupid little personas. “What were you saying?”
“I think I know what we are now.” Ren says, sounding a little hesitant even to his own ears. He really just spits it out, gets it over with, and for a few precious seconds, waits with bated breath for his hand's response.
Martyn shifts out of his hold in surprise, and Ren lets him go easily. He doesn't move very far though, still relatively sat in the dog's lap. “......You do?” The blonde asks after a minute, sounding unsure. Like he doesn't believe it. Like he might be dreaming or something. His eyes search Ren, looking a little wild and desperate, and the King can't help the rush of sadness and affection that hits him all at once.
“Yes, I do.” Ren says, grabbing Martyn’s arm gently. He pulls him closer to his chest once more, properly back in his lap. He sees the way his hand's breath hitches, the way his eyes widen in what has to be hope, and knows it's time to make up for past mistakes. To right a wrong and finally do what he's been longing to do for so many days now.
“I didn’t kiss you right the last time,” He muttered, drawing Martyn in even closer. His hand just blinked up at him, looking as mesmerized as he had the last time. And just as pretty, but Martyn always looked pretty, every second of the day. “Let me make up for it?”
“Please.” Martyn says, eyes wide and hopeful. It’s all Ren needs to close the gap between them, and kiss his hand absolutely stupid. Martyn kisses back with the same eagerness, and the two of them get lost in it for a few minutes.
It’s a proper kiss this time, not just a brief peck on the lips. Ren thinks he’s in heaven during the whole thing, even if it is for the briefest of seconds. Martyn tastes like citrus, like spring and what Ren thinks warmth and love might taste like. It's wonderful, it's lovely, it's everything he's wanted and more. Ren almost doesn't want it to end, but sadly, both of them will need air to breathe.
When they pull away Martyn’s eyes are wide and shining, his lips all puffy and his cheeks red from the kiss. Ren thinks his hand looks gorgeous like that, and wants to lean in and kiss him again. And again and again and again until the world itself falls apart.
“I love you.” Martyn says, a smile stretching across his face. It's a smile of true happiness, one pure and full and just so bright and pretty to look at. Ren wants to snap a picture of it and frame it on his wall so he could admire it forever.
“I love you too, my darling.” He mumbles, bumping their noses together sweetly. He goes to hold Martyn’s face in his hands, a happy giggle leaving him. His hand, no, his boyfriend now (because there's something in Martyn's eyes that tells him they're on the same page, that they are now something, and Ren thinks he's the happiest man in the world,) is so beautiful, so pretty. Just the most wonderful man to ever exist, and Ren has never been glad he'd met anyone before.
Martyn giggles as well, leaning into the hold on his face. “Kiss me again?” He asks, leaning in even more, because he already knows what the answer will be.
“Of course.” Ren hums, and kisses his boyfriend for the second time ever, and feels like he's in heaven once again. It tastes just as sweet as it had the first time, and just as lovely as it will the third time.
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Fans use flat arcs as a shield against criticism from the title team. Iroh from ATLA has a flat character arc he serves as a catalyst for the main characters' arcs. Likewise, the girls do influence the world and characters around them but these aspects never stick around long enough for us to see that change. Penny is still dead. Nora is still with Ren. Atlas is still incapacitated. The CCT is still down. The academies are still inactive. The status of the WF and SDC is still unknown, etc.
Iroh is a fantastic example of how to do a flat character arc well (and I love that this arrived in my inbox today because I'm currently crocheting an Appa key-chain lol). Despite the majority of his own journey taking place off screen, the viewer still gets to experience two things. 1. Iroh's off-screen development has a strong impact on the world and our main characters' development, particularly Zuko, and 2. We don't know at the start of the series that his will be a flat arc, so everything we learn about him is new and surprising, despite it not being new to Iroh. It takes the viewer a long time to realize that he's not just a lazy, oblivious, well-meaning but ultimately kinda useless uncle. The slow reveal of Iroh's skills and true loyalty can feel like an arc even though, technically speaking, he's been that way since Episode 1 - we just didn't have the context to see it.
Now, compare someone like Iroh to Oscar. He's not someone who went on a journey to find unity with Ozpin and become a powerful wizard in his own right prior to the series, so the fact that what little development he gets in that regard happens off screen is a problem. There's no surprising reveal for the viewer, no on-screen arc (there are nods to the conflict, but we consistently don't see the resolutions), and Oscar does not successfully help our main cast - from a narrative perspective, I mean. He literally helps them by blowing up Salem, but as a story beat that feels unsatisfying because there was no buildup to that moment, it's riddled with inconsistencies, denies our title team the chance to defeat Salem for the first time themselves, and takes out the Big Bad with a Deus Ex Machina rather than giving the characters an earned victory. Though I'll always reiterate that I love my farm boy, the fact is that his presence in RWBY has only harmed the mains' journey. His presence introduces huge character flaws that are never properly resolved: attacking kids, Jaune's paranoia, the hypocrisy about lying, being totally fine with an ally serving them until he's doomed to disappear. As said, giving Oscar magic undermines a moment that should have been a huge stepping-stone in Ruby's journey (with the threat hanging over us now that it may undermine more, or else raise the question of why his magic isn't coming to the rescue every time it's needed) and, as discussed elsewhere, his very presence interferes with Ruby's emotional arc. This is seen pretty clearly in Volume 9 where Ruby is struggling with being the young hero destined to save the world from Salem, forced to solve an impossible task... even though she is none of these things. OSCAR is the young hero forced into this war via reincarnation, destined to solve the Salem problem if he wants to break his own curse. He is not the helpful uncle serving the hero, he's the protagonist disguised as a side character. Which, for obvious reasons, causes problems when your story is titled RWBY and Ruby Rose is supposed to be the one on his journey.
As for the girls, they're certainly having an impact on the world, but nothing that's reflecting back on them for development. Nothing sums that up quite so well as Weiss' "I'm so sick of leaving places in ashes" as she willingly leaves another place to burn instead of doing something to help. The shield I see against criticism the most is, "But they couldn't have done the thing that would have forwarded their development because [insert headcanon here and/or a stupid in-world claim that never had to be there]!" Why did the girls leave the market? Because a stranger - a total stranger they didn't recognize then as the Knight or Jaune - told them to run. That's it. Complete stranger gave them an order and they did it, despite being perfectly capable of taking on more of Neo's clones/helping the civilians. Even if that wasn't a flimsy excuse to keep them from developing, the issue is always, "Why would RT write it this way?" rather than "Why would you ignore our in-world explanation for this? Clearly you're not paying attention/approaching RWBY in bad faith." The explanation is the problem, either because it doesn't hold up under scrutiny or because it's existence shouldn't be upheld over the chance for good, strong, forward-moving writing. RWBY is Volumes worth of the Supergirl problem: "Uh, she has to dress like that because she gets her power from the sun. Duh 🙄" You're missing the larger point that the writers chose to create a scenario in which they could dress their supehero in scantily-clad clothing, excuse it through lore they also made up, and then have fans like you defend it like these choices stem from the Sacred Texts of Absolute Truth and Historical Accuracy rather than a fictional story that someone made up at every turn. Team RWBY isn't developing because the writers aren't writing that, but many fans act as if they're real girls in a real world who are bound by those realities. "You can't expect a bunch of teenagers to go fight when they're exhausted and their friend is injured!" Of course I can because they're fictional characters whose entire purpose is to tell a good story. Sitting in a mansion while the city is swarmed with monsters, after a Volume of taking the moral high ground over protecting civilians, and while the B Team confronts the villain instead of our protagonist does not a good story make.
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MIMATO WEEK 2023 DAY 1 - "DIGIVICE"
FFN / AO3
Summary: After losing their partners, the Digidestined are learning to let go, they're learning to move on with their lives. But what throws them off track is the sudden revival of their Digivices in a way that none of them expected. The word partner has more than one meaning after all. If one is lost, maybe another will be found?
Notes: Post Kizuna, Soulmate AU
Chapters: 1/?
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To live every day with a gaping hole in your life was something that Yamato had now gotten used to.
His routine was simple, wake up, go to college, socialise after classes, come home and sleep, and when the sun rose the next day, rinse and repeat.
This is how things had been ever since Menoa Belluci was apprehended for her actions, ever since Gabumon stood next to him for one last time, before disappearing into a void that Yamato still hadn’t managed to break into. What he had learned from trying, however, was that life goes on despite everything else. Even if he and Taichi could not be there at the scene to resolve the issue of Digimon pouring into their world through random appearances of Digital Gate, someone else was ready to take their place.
Yamato, like many others, had finished playing a role in the grand scheme and had no choice but to accept the next act that awaited him, no matter how small and irrelevant it seemed in comparison.
So that’s what he did, lived life with the hope of making it to the end of the day, ignoring the emptiness that tugged at him from every direction, reminding him of the promise he had made, reminding him of the partner he had lost.
Somewhere along the line, it became difficult for him and Taichi to look each other in the eye after that final battle. Agumon and Gabumon had taken with them the phase of their lives where they depended on each other for everything. From catching up twice or thrice a week, their meetups happened once a month until the two became busy enough to let their get-togethers fizzle out of their schedules and turned them into an occasional message or a short phone call every few months.
Sora had lost Piyomon not soon after, deciding that that was the moment she needed to discover herself anew, moving on to immerse herself in her job and eventually losing touch with most of them. Jou had been the next one to lose Gomamon, he showed up to Yamato’s apartment at 2 AM, crying uncontrollably. Yamato sat with him all night as he sobbed, holding his hand throughout as he held his own tears back. A few months back, Koushiro informed everyone that the timer had appeared for him as well, but so far it was moving slowly so Tentomon was still around. Takeru, Hikari and the other kids were still very much actively trying to work towards solving any Digimon related problems that arose around the world. His brother was sweet enough to not let Patamon tag along when he came by to visit until Yamato told him it was okay to do so.
As crazily as they had been dropped into the Digital World and gotten used to having their partners next to them at all times, eventually, they got used to their disappearance as well. Yamato knew that if he ran into his younger self right now, the little boy would find it hard to believe that he could live every day of his life normally, smiling and laughing, knowing that there was a chance that Gabumon would never appear at his side again. That was probably the only thought that tugged at him the most, every time the idea that he could no longer face his younger self confidently would appear in his mind, Yamato would find it very difficult to look at himself in the mirror.
But, life goes on, and so did Yamato.
Today, he was out socialising after classes with his college friends, the part of his routine that he was always least interested in but could never get out of either. Most of the time the group would go to small izakayas where Yamato would sit cramped between two people he didn’t like, sipping on beer as slowly as possible to avoid getting drunk in front of his classmates. Sometimes he’d be dragged to mixer parties, as much as he tried to say no to these, he was told that the girls would not show up if he didn’t so for the sake of keeping up a good relationship with his classmates he’d allow himself to be showcased as a prize in front of girls he had no interest in. Wanting to try something fresh and new, today his college friends had decided that they would go for karaoke. As Yamato had kept his singing hobby under wraps from this group, he wasn’t looking forward to the night at all but was somewhat relieved to see that only a handful of people joined this escapade.
He was a little proud of himself for managing to avoid taking the mic up for a solo, so far he’d only joined in on choruses when everyone else was singing loudly too, and no one had noticed his bare minimum participation yet. The escape plan became very clear in Yamato’s mind, he’d stand up and join the hype for the next song, then pretend to be tired enough to be excused for the night without suspicion. He tapped his fingers against his knees impatiently, waiting for the two loudest members of the group to come back from the restroom with the hope that they’d pick some loud, rowdy song next which would get everyone in the room worked up for no reason.
Right on queue, the door to their booth opened and for a brief moment the dimly lit room was filled with white light before the two guys shut the door, their loud laughter drowning out the low notes of the ballad currently playing.
“You guys won’t believe what we just saw-”
“It’s so crazy!”
“There’s a girl in the booth next to ours-”
“A really hot girl by the way!”
“And she’s crying her eyes out, it’s insane really.”
Their loud exclamations were met with an uncomfortable silence for a few moments, Yamato was relieved that not everyone in this group thought that a girl in distress was something to laugh about. But as the two boys settled down, a few chuckles and shrugs were passed around their group, dismissing the information as irrelevant as the beginning notes of a preppy song filled the room. Yamato tried not to squirm in his seat as he forced a smile and nodded along to the music, fighting down the suffocating feeling that was trying to overwhelm him. He had planned to stay for one more song but he decided that now would be a good time to escape to the restroom and then come back after a few minutes to take his leave.
Raising his voice to be heard over the boys who were singing, Yamato informed the person sitting next to him that he’d be right back and quietly slipped out of the booth. Once in the empty hallway, he took a deep breath and made his way towards the restrooms. He dawdled around the bathroom stalls, scrolling on his phone and counting down the minutes until he’d need to go back and join the group. Although he hadn’t done much except sit around and fake nod to music he didn’t like, Yamato figured that by the time he got home, he’d be exhausted to the bone.
Deciding that a good ten minutes were more than enough time to go back and make an excuse about not feeling well, Yamato left the restroom and began to make his way back to the booth. When he passed by the booth right next to theirs, his feet automatically came to a halt. He hadn’t peeked inside, he wasn’t rude like his classmates, but something in his heart told him to take a few steps back and see if everything was okay in there. He knew that he wasn’t the best at comforting people, especially when they were crying, but if the person in there really did seem like they were in trouble, then the least he could do was inform the staff so they could come handle it. With that thought in his mind, Yamato confidently took a step back, leaning his head to glance through the large, oval-shaped window in the door.
As Yamato’s eyes landed on the occupant of the booth, his breath got caught in his throat.
His classmates hadn’t lied, the girl sitting inside was indeed crying terribly.
And it just so happened to be that that girl was Mimi Tachikawa.
A million questions raced around Yamato’s mind, should he go in, should he let her be, should he call someone else for help? Takeru would know exactly what to say and Sora would know exactly what to do, but Yamato was neither so at first all he could do was stare at the sight of a completely broken Mimi, fists balled at his side and feet frozen to the ground. He tried to reassure himself, that he didn’t know what had gone wrong, that this could be something personal like an argument with a friend or family member, or perhaps a bad breakup, in which case he really wouldn’t have anything worthwhile to say. It might be best to leave this to the experts, Yamato decided, pulling out his phone to drop a text to Sora. The two hadn’t talked in months but he was sure she would respond immediately out of her concern for Mimi’s well-being. He took a final peek into the booth, just to make sure he’d get all the details right before contacting Sora, and that’s when he noticed it.
Mimi was sitting with her hands clasped above her lap, clutching onto something loosely as she wept uncontrollably. When he moved closer to the door, it didn’t take him even a second to recognise the object in her hand.
She was holding onto her digivice, which once used to be as bright as a clear sky but now lay rusted and lifeless in her hands.
Yamato swallowed a nervous gulp, finally understanding what he was witnessing.
He slipped his phone back into his pants pocket and without hesitation stepped forward, opening the door so he could quietly enter Mimi’s booth. The sound of her crying rose above the music playing in the background. First, Yamato picked up the controller so he could turn off the music, and while setting it back down he noticed the mic that lay on the sofa across from Mimi. He clenched his jaw as an image of Palmon holding the mic and sitting in that dim karaoke booth with Mimi flickered into his mind. He shook his head in an attempt to keep his own emotions at bay before he gently sat down next to Mimi.
She was yet to notice his appearance in the room, when he looked at her face he saw that her eyes were squeezed shut as tears endlessly flowed down across her flushed cheeks, and the sight of her looking so crushed made his heart feel heavy. Her crying voice was also not easy for him to stomach, he was used to her chirpy tone even her slightly high-pitched whiny retorts, but these loud, guttural sobs were something he’d never have associated with Mimi. Being so close to her in this vulnerable state made his own pain resurface. He’d mastered the art of pushing down the numb emptiness he felt in his heart, but now suddenly he could see Gabumon sitting next to Palmon on the sofa across from them.
Yamato closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Now was not the time for him to be consumed by his own sadness, he was here to help Mimi get through this difficult moment.
With the feeble amount of courage that he could muster, he raised a hand and rested it softly on top of Mimi’s open palms. The effect was immediate, though she did not stop sobbing, Mimi did open her eyes wide as she turned to face him.
As surprised as she looked to find him next to her, when their eyes met it was as if everything that she had tried to hold back by herself burst out of her at once.
“She’s gone, she was right there and now she’s not, she’s gone- my best friend-”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Yamato squeezed her hands as he tried to maintain eye contact with her without shedding a tear or two of his own. Mimi darted her head around, looking at where Palmon must’ve been sitting and then back at him, caramel eyes filled with tears and grief as she attempted to make sense of the truth.
“My best friend.”
Mimi repeated those words in a hollow tone and Yamato nodded in response, even though her gaze was focused on the empty spot at the sofa across from them.
He wasn’t sure how much time passed after that, he sat there holding onto Mimi’s hands, making sure that she knew that she wasn’t alone. Even if her tears never stopped flowing across her cheeks, or her sobs never stopped echoing across the room, Yamato didn’t leave her side for even a second. It was all he could do really, he thought about saying encouraging shit like ‘it’ll get better’ or ‘you’ll get through this’ but dropped the idea as soon as it appeared in his mind because he knew the truth, it doesn’t get better so easily and nobody gets through this without feeling incomplete.
Mimi didn’t speak much and only stared ahead of herself in a daze. Once in a while, she’d squeeze his hand, maybe in an attempt to let him know that she was still here. He didn’t know if she appreciated his silence, or even his presence, since they’d never been close enough to bare their true feelings in front of the other like this. But he did know that if he’d turned around and walked away after seeing her in such a broken state, he would never have forgiven himself for it.
Which is why Yamato sat silently, almost as if he was a statue, awaiting any kind of signal from Mimi that would let him know that she was okay enough to leave. But it was the karaoke employee speaking through the intercom to inform them that the room’s usage rate was fulfilled, that brought Yamato’s feet back to the ground. With gritted teeth and a hardened jaw, he coaxed Mimi into standing up from her seat. Her footing was wobbly so he allowed her to hold onto his arms for stability. Looking around the room to check they weren’t leaving any of Mimi’s belongings behind, Yamato gently guided her out of the room even as a fresh batch of tears came rolling down her cheeks as she gave one last glance in the direction of where Palmon had stood last.
He was grateful that the employees they passed on their way out did not seem to bat an eyelid at the odd sight the two of them made, but his luck only lasted for so long. Once out on the street, the two received peculiar looks from the passers-by, with most of them directed at Yamato since he’d draped a protective arm around Mimi’s shoulders to ensure she wouldn’t walk into a busy street in her daze. He knew, however, that they wouldn’t be able to get too far like this, without some well-meaning stranger stopping them and enquiring about why Mimi looked so distressed. Spotting a brightly lit convenience store a few steps ahead, Yamato quickly led them to it, hoping to reduce any suspicion towards him if he talked with her in an easily accessible location.
“Mimi, which way is your home?” He tried to ask the question calmly, he didn’t want to burden her with more tiresome thoughts but knowing where they were supposed to go would make this whole ordeal so much more easier on him.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore,” she mumbled to herself, her eyes fixed on the pavement as she staggered for a moment before clutching onto his chest to keep herself standing straight.
“I can’t take you home if you don’t help me out here.” Yamato pleaded with her softly, hesitantly resting a hand on the small of her back to make sure she wouldn’t stumble again.
“I don’t care where you take me, it doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore.”
Mimi spoke in a voice that was barely above a whisper before she leaned her head against his chest and let her body go limp. While Yamato understood that the whole situation had drained her of all her strength, he’d still hoped that she would be able to stay upright till they reached her house. Instead, he was left having to get her on his back all by himself in the corner of a street without looking suspicious.
With great difficulty and after a few awkward eye contacts with passing strangers, Yamato managed to get Mimi safely tucked onto his back and began to make his way towards his apartment, which thankfully wasn’t a long walk from the neighbourhood they were in. He wasn’t sure if he should inform anyone that he was taking Mimi back to his place since she was in no state to get herself home safely because he had no clue if she still lived with her parents. He thought about checking with Takeru, but the whole conversation that that one question would lead to was something Yamato didn’t have any energy for presently.
So with the occasional huff and a few rest stops, Yamato managed to carry Mimi safely back to his small apartment. Once inside, he made straight for his room, glad about his neat freak tendencies since he could just lay Mimi down on his bed without a single worry. He tried his best to settle her on the mattress comfortably, arranging pillows behind her head, taking off her shoes delicately, and covering her with as many blankets as he could find. During all this, Mimi didn’t even flinch once, which in a way was a blessing since it made things less embarrassing.
After he was done bubble-wrapping her into comfort, Yamato glanced at her face. She looked like she had passed out from exhaustion, which was probably the case anyway. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks were tearstained and tinted pink, the tip of her nose was as red as a tomato, her lips were swollen too from being bitten at carelessly, and her hair lay dishevelled around her face, in other words, she looked like a complete mess.
Yet, the sight of her ignited something inside of Yamato.
He stood there for a few minutes, just staring at her.
He vaguely remembered the first time they’d met at school, he hadn’t paid her much attention at the time. It was only when they went to the Digital World, had he started to notice her.
He’d always liked how easily she managed to gel with Takeru, the youngest one in the group at first, and how she always spoke to him as a friend on the same level, not as somebody older who was trying to assert themselves onto him, something Yamato himself was guilty of at many occasions. He’d always liked how much she cared about everything and everyone, so much so that sometimes those feelings spilt into impulsive or brash actions, but her intentions always remained pure and he’d always noticed that.
There was no denying, that the two had drifted slightly apart as they grew older, with Mimi moving to America and only visiting them once in a while. He always found it difficult to strike up a conversation with her when she’d come back from the States, he felt that nothing about his life here would interest her much in comparison. After they graduated from high school, she did try her best to stay in touch with each of their friends individually, sometimes Yamato would receive a message at midnight asking him about how his day had gone, which always threw him off guard. Lately, he had been lacking in responding to even the shortest questions she sent in, but that hadn’t stopped her from trying.
Now that he stood in his room, watching her chest rise and fall in a slow, tired rhythm, he regretted putting off replying to her messages. Maybe if he’d kept in touch regularly, he might have known about her time with Palmon being limited. Not that knowing about this could have prepared him any better for handling the situation, but still, at least she would’ve known that she could count on him to get through this.
Instinctively, Yamato's hand reached forward and he brushed a few strands of her hair away from her forehead, leaning his face down so he could get a better look at hers.
It would be a while before he’d be able to forget the sight of her sobbing alone in that dimly lit karaoke booth, but he still hoped that tomorrow when she woke up, her face would have the budding hints of her usual brightness, because he really could do with some sunshine and happy smiles in his life.
Shaking his head at the ridiculous thought, Yamato walked out of his room, quietly shutting the door behind him. He eyed his cramped couch with contempt before sighing in defeat as he didn’t have a choice. He tried to rearrange the two cushions on the couch into a headrest for himself, however before he could lie down, a flicker at the corner of his eye caught his attention. Yamato surveyed his living room carefully, trying to find the object that had disrupted his concentration but nothing stood out for a while. After a few minutes, just as he was about to give up on the idea of finding anything, he saw a flicker of light on the shelf that took over the opposite side of his living room.
Abandoning the couch, Yamato stepped closer to the shelf as the light appeared for a brief moment before disappearing again. The shelf wasn’t cluttered, there were a few photo frames with his family and friends featured on them, some books and a succulent or two. The light had appeared in the centre, so that’s the direction he leaned closer in. In the middle of the shelf was the photo of him and the other kids from their very first adventure into the Digital World, next to it was the harmonica his father had gifted him that summer along with his battered and broken digivice. Not even one of these items was capable of making the light he’d witnessed, Yamato thought, maybe it was just a trick the nightlights from outside the window had played on his eyes. But just as this thought appeared in his mind, it happened once more, and this time he was able to witness the source.
Yamato had kept his digivice out in the open like this because he knew that it was nothing but a piece of memorabilia for him now. The digivice had laid unresponsive on this shelf since the day Gabumon had departed.
And yet, tonight was different.
The minute Yamato fixed his gaze on it, the digivice lit up intensely in a shade that he knew was not meant to represent either him or Gabumon.
Yamato stood frozen in his living room, eyes wide with shock as a bright green glow surrounded his digivice.
Slowly, the light around the digivice dimmed, but to Yamato’s surprise, the digivice that had been lying rusted for days now looked as alive as ever, the only catch?
It had turned completely green.
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#mimatoweek2023#mimato week#mimato#yamato ishida#mimi tachikawa#digimon#digimon fanfiction#writealot#sorry im sleepy af#no more tags#im out for day 1#day 2 will be tackled tomorrow
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hi izzy!! i’m not sure if you’re still doing the emoji asks hehe but can i ask for 🖍️🌈🌪️🌠☄️ for all the ros please?? thank you <3
Hi Nikka~ I'm still doing them yep🏃♀️🏃♀️ I was looking forward to someone asking a few of those ty💕
🖍️ CRAYON - what advice would you give to them?
Generally, I'd tell everyone to see a therapist (I'm very tough-love-approach when it comes to giving advice so picture me saying all this menacingly).
Jade/Jean- it's okay to not be perfect, it's okay to not be needed.
Uma- your pain is valid but so is everyone else's. You should communicate more openly.
Statler- take a break. You deserve it.
Wanda- you think everything is dandy, but ignoring your problems doesn't make them disappear.
Kai- eat your veggies. Please. Take better care of yourself.
Travis- sometimes it's better to talk things out instead of bottling it all up.
🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?
Jade/Jean- “Don't be afraid to take risks and follow your dreams. Trust yourself more and remember that setbacks are just opportunities to grow stronger. And don't forget to cherish the moments with loved ones along the way.”
Uma- “Explore your creativity fearlessly. Don't worry too much about what others think. Embrace your uniqueness and let your heart guide you. Your journey is your own, and it's worth every twist and turn.”
Statler- (they're the kind of person who gives advice but doesn't really apply it to themself) “Don't be afraid to express your feelings and show vulnerability. People value your compassion and support.”
Wanda- “Don't be so trusting of people who promise you the world. Be safe. Love yourself. Take chances, have fun, and don't be afraid to express yourself. Follow your passions and let your infectious energy inspire those around you.”
Kai- “Be more confident. Care less about what people think. It's okay to be different and march to your own beat. Embrace your curiosity and dive deep into your interests.”
Travis- “Trust in your intelligence and your ability to achieve your goals. Focus on your long-term vision and don't get too caught up in petty conflicts. Your determination will lead you to success.”
🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?
Jade/Jean- I think J has always been J in a way. They were the first character I created for dropout and I've always had their character very clear. There's one thing that's spoilery to say but I did change their main conflict.
Uma- wasn't a tattoo artist originally, just a struggling artist trying to get through life. Uma wouldn't really want a life in which they didn't work through art, so tattooing was a very fitting solution (I was also cleaning one of my tattoos when I thought of it lol).
Statler- has probably changed the most? They used to be very stuck up and unkind they were honestly a little annoying to write? Their high school version retains some of those qualities but I like this self-sacrificing version of Statler much more.
Wanda- Gabi's dad was an important character in Wanda's plot but to my own daddy issues I completely erased him from existence lol.
Kai- wasn't originally into the whole sleeping around thing lol. They completely rejected people, even the idea of friendship. Kai atm is much more approachable, they want to be around people (but not too much).
Travis- there used to be no grievances between Travis and MC. He was the third best friend but as I developed his backstory... things changed. It's made his entire disposition towards MC generally more angry.
🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?
Jade/Jean- unparalleled success and recognition. Also enough motivation to finish their book.
Uma- inspiration to finally create a painting worthy of being in an art gallery.
Statler- world peace + the ability to heal and bring happiness to those they care about.
Wanda- to change the past.
Kai- to travel the entire world for the rest of their life.
Travis- complete control over his own destiny and the ability to shape the future.
☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?
Jade/Jean- J is always confident and has their life together. It is accurate to an extent. While J exudes confidence, they also struggle with their own insecurities, moods, and past regrets.
Uma- people often see Uma as carefree/careless and aloof. Uma is indeed a little serious toward strangers, but this is not the case with their friends. They also have a deep emotional complexity beneath their carefree exterior.
Statler- their life is perfect, as Statler themself is perfect. People also assume Statler is always the dependable and caring friend. They are most definitely not perfect, nor they have had the perfect life. Statler's caring nature is genuine, but they also grapple with their own challenges, including Noir.
Wanda- people tend to think Wanda is careless and naive due to her bubbly/vibrant personality. Wanda generally portrays a positive disposition, but she faces her own struggles as a single mother and has her own set of concerns.
Kai- a carefree fuckgirl/boy who doesn't seem to care about anything or anyone but themself. In reality, Kai's adventurous spirit hides deeper emotions, and their relationships have more depth than meets the eye.
Travis- people assume Travis is cold and unforgiving. Though they are partly right (he is somewhat spiteful) Travis' thought process is a little more complicated than that.
#dropout if#dropout#ask#ask game#ros#j gray#kai alofa#statler amani#travis camaro#uma bharat#wanda pavon
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so...i died. and, like a fool, accidentally pulled the cord of my computer, thus destroying all the footage.
but of course, what matters most is the good times i had while playing on 5llsmp. so in honour of that, i've written a little fic about chem dealing with the aftermath of their death and everything they did to get to that point.
i died to a warden btw. stiff's warden. thank you stiff ❤
None of it matters in the end.
In the end, they die alone.
They die, and their body disappears with them.
They die, and the enchanter is cold in their inventory.
They die, and they die for nothing.
Somewhere far away, a red poppy is placed down with shaking hands.
Chem dies, and the world moves on.
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After it all, everyone hugs.
Chem doesn't join in. They've never really liked hugs, and that's what they try to tell themselves as they watch all the other members of the death game embrace. Tearful words being exchanged, all grudges are forgotten in favour of reunion and forgiveness.
Not for Chem. Never them.
The feathers they give to every single person are an apology and a promise to do better. Melou burns his, but that is to be expected. Stiff nods and tucks the feather in their pocket, and they don't say a word.
Zera throws it in their face. Chem doesn't blame them. A ways away from everyone else, they sit on cold stone and dwell on their mistakes.
The enchanter did nothing for them in the end.
Neither friends, nor resources mean a thing in the face of a sonically-charged shriek. Death waits for no one, and Chem is special only in that they're a fool. They had the opportunity to make the most of being trapped by inevitability, and they dug themselves in a deeper hole instead.
A pit.
They were always going to end up alone, weren't they?
The voices are gone. It's just them and their own thoughts now. Chem has never hated silence more.
Caught up in their woeful musings, they almost don't notice when Star sits down next to them, turning a brown feather over in their hands.
Chem doesn't say anything, continuing to trace vague shapes in the stone with their eyes. Star doesn't leave, but does not break the quiet, either.
Eventually, Chem sighs.
“I can’t cry, you know."
No response. For the first time, they look up, and there's a bitter kind of honesty in their voice when they carry on, "You can’t hug me and make it all better.”
Star gazes at the scene in front of them for a moment, then smiles.
“I can try.”
Chem's breath stutters. They glance at them and the sincerity in their expression causes something raw and vulnerable to make a home in their chest.
They can't cry, but their voice cracks anyway as they ask, "Why are you still here?"
Star meets their eyes. A flower crown of red poppies rests atop their head.
"We're friends."
Suddenly, it feels like maybe the dried blood on Chem's upper arms wasn't for nothing. Shuddering, clawed fingers running over patches where majestic feathers used to be, their head drops.
Star gets them. Star gets them and Star is still here and if they look far enough away, they fancy that they can almost see one of their many cracks start to fill with gold.
Chem does not touch Star. But they do move closer to them. And they think that maybe they get that, too.
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hii hazel!! i think you write soft fics really well 🥺❤️ from the prompt list, could you write something for 'toothpaste kisses' for any pairing you like <3
hi adi!!! thanks for sending one in <3
lashton: toothpaste kisses
When Luke glances up in the bathroom mirror, Ashton is leaning against the doorway, arms crossed in front of his bare chest and small, fond smile on his face. If anyone else appeared behind him without notice while brushes his teeth, he would jump five feet in the air and scream, but Ashton doesn't startle him like that anymore. He can be completely zoned out in his own world and tune back in to find Ashton standing next to him as if he has never been anywhere else. Luke's body doesn't register the other presence in his space, like Ashton is an extension of himself that he's always in tune with rather than a separate person he has to keep tabs on.
He spits into the sink and swishes some water around in his mouth, running the water until all traces of the foamy toothpaste disappear down the drain. When he looks up again, Ashton's smile has grown.
"Enjoying the view?" he asks with a cheeky smile. Ashton crosses the short distance to wrap his arms around Luke's waist, engulfing him in warmth. He presses a kiss to Luke's shoulder, meeting his gaze in the mirror.
"It's a nice view," he says against his skin. Luke shivers at the ticking sensation. He attempts to twist around in Ashton's arms to properly kiss him, but Ashton just tightens his grip with a smile, then digs his fingers into Luke's sides. Luke laughs, curling up on himself, unable to defend against the onslaught until he's breathless and Ashton finally relents.
"You ass," he says, finally allowed to turn around and face his partner fully. Ashton smiles cheekily.
"You love my ass," he says.
"I do," Luke agrees readily, reaching down to squeeze his butt just because he knows it will make Ashton throw his head back and laugh, letting his sweet, melodic giggle fill the bathroom.
"I love everything about you," Luke says while Ashton lets out his last bit of laughter.
Luke knows he's being hyperbolic and that it's impossible to love every little thing about a person every second of every day. He gets frustrated at Ashton's stubbornness and when he leaves his dishes in the sink instead of loading the dishwasher, but Ashton wouldn't be the person he loves without those little annoyances. Luke would much rather have to put his plate from breakfast in the dishwasher himself than have Ashton be anyone else. He will love Ashton in every iteration, stubborn refusal to load the dishwasher included.
"I love everything about you, too," Ashton says, fondness layered in his voice as he tugs him closer. Luke has no other option but to kiss him, bending forward to taste the minty toothpaste still lingering from Ashton's own bedtime routine, the two of them pressed as close together as they can be under the yellow light of their bathroom. Ashton's shoulders are smooth and warm under his palms, his arms secure around his waist, and Luke thinks that this is one of a million moments he would be content to stay in forever.
Ashton hums when he pulls back, looking at Luke through half-lidded eyes.
"Ready for bed?" he asks. Luke nods. They exit the bathroom with their arms around each other, parting only to get under the covers on opposite sides of the bed. Ashton doesn't wait to flick off the lamp, blanketing the room in darkness while Luke waits for him to settle so he can press close.
Luke is so thankful that he has someone to hold at night. He loves that Ashton indulges him with this, opening his arms for him, allowing Luke to tuck him against his body until they're tangled up and indistinguishable. Luke loves feeling Ashton's heartbeat under his hand or the weight of Ashton's limbs over his, holding Luke just as securely as Luke is holding him.
Ashton looks up at him, and Luke feels it more than sees it. He tips his head down and is met with another kiss, heart fluttering at the way both of them begin smiling into it.
Luke loves before-bed kisses. He loves the small intimacy of kissing his love as the last part of a bedtime routine, fitting in the affection between brushing his teeth and drifting off to sleep. He loves how he and Ashton use the same toothpaste, their matching minty-fresh breath another reminder of all of the other things that they share, from their home to their lives to their love.
Ashton pulls away after a moment, nudging their noses together before he settles back into Luke's embrace.
"Goodnight, Luke," he says softly.
"Goodnight," Luke replies. When he falls asleep a few minutes later, it's with a smile on his face and Ashton's kiss on his lips.
#my writing#ask box prompt#lashton#not enough lashton these days#this is a short one but continuously trying to stretch my writing muscles which means doing the prompts in my inbox lol#doesn't need to be long to be good#hope you like it adi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#hope it is appropriately soft for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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✧.* { JENNY BOYD & SHE/HER & CISFEMALE & 18/50 } is that ( ELIZABETH ‘LIZZIE’ SALTZMAN )? I’ve seen them hanging around town here and there, I’ve heard they can be pretty INSECURE. How typical for a HERETIC. I guess they must rely on their FIERCE side shining through. She is the DAUGHTER of JO, ALARIC & CAROLINE.
B A S I C S
Name: Elizabeth 'Lizzie' Jenna Saltzman
Age: 18/50
Species: Born siphon - turned heretic
Affiliation: Gemini Coven
Sexuality: Bisexual
A B O U T
You can find her early life/canon life here.
Turning into a heretic has been the best thing for Lizzie. Though the circumstance of her change wasn't the best, she really feels like everything fell into place.
Though she still has her moments, she's not as insecure and fragile as she used to be. She's had a lot of personal growth.
She's very protective of her friends and her family - will go to the ends of the Earth for them.
While she's had a lot of personal growth, letting go of control is still hard for her.
She's very organized and likes to have things planned out ahead of time, she gets a little anxious when something isn't planned, or things go off the planned path.
When things started to settle down after the earthquake and the university was built, Lizzie decided to further her education. She was unsure of what it was she wanted to do with her future, but with the options limited since the barrier was up - Lizzie got her business degree with the intentions of an event planning company in mind.
She graduated college with a masters degree and a business degree.
While Lizzie will always have a love for Mystic Falls, her plan was to not be here forever. She wanted to get out and see the world.
She's a pretty big advocate for taking the barrier down. She doesn't like "hiding" from the fight instead of facing it. She's very much in the mindset of "we defeated a God, we can defeat whatever else." Could be a good thing, could be a bad thing.
Though they're not related, Lizzie and Hope have continued to become extremely close that they don't even call each other best friends anymore, they call each other sisters.
Lizzie is bisexual, and came out about it very casually in conversation.
Over the years, Lizzie has had several exes and hookups but has not started a family of her own.
Recently, she was casually seeing Romeo until he up and disappeared. She has had many thoughts on that and only really ever opened up to Hope about them over some wine and a girls night.
While she loves her family, she also loves her space. After college, Lizzie acquired a cute little apartment at the Mystic Grill Apartments.
She has put her business degree to action and has her own event planning company - Mystical Events only name I can think of right now lol . Her company is very often used for towns events.
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Hello! I really love how you analyze characters in-depth and thus it gave me the courage to ask despite being shy. I'm really at a lost at the moment and would need help. What do you think is Byakuran's primary love language, as well as pros and cons of dating him?
Oh my gosh! You are so incredibly sweet, my lovely anon! That is such a fantastic compliment and makes me really happy! And no need to be shy here! I do my absolute best to make this blog a very safe fandom spot and to make sure everyone feels as comfortable talking to me as I can! I'd love to do these for you and I hope you enjoy!
Byakuran's love language
Byakuran shows his love primarily through a mixture of gift-giving and words of affirmation. He's very complimentary and has a honeyed tongue that he puts to good use in flattering and making people feel special and it will be put to especially good use in any romantic relationships he gets into. He also really loves giving gifts, sometimes going more than a little overboard but he does tend to give gifts that he wants to give, more so than stuff that the people have stated they want. When it comes to how to make him feel loved though, the best way is through a mixture of acts of service and quality time. Byakuran loves it when people adore him, make him the center of their world and dote on him. It makes him feel special, makes him feel loved and valued. When they do things to help him, that's even better and it shows that those he loves listen to him and genuinely support him and, while he can sometimes use that unfairly to his advantage, most of the time there will be little ill will in it.
Pros to Dating Byakuran Gesso
As stated in the blurb above, Byakuran adores giving gifts to his partner. Flowers are a big thing and there will often be bouquets that he has given to them, carefully chosen and curated to speak messages, all throughout his partner's space. Sweets are another big one for him too, especially since it's a gift that gives in two ways - it allows his partner to have something nice and they can spend time together sharing it, which he especially loves.
Now, if his partner felt like they couldn't accept all these sweets because they should be on a diet? No, there's no way that shit is going to fly. They felt like he was spending too much on them or that they weren't worth all these gifts or all his attention? Definitely no way that shit is going to fly. They have an insecurities about their appearance or themselves? Not while Byakuran is around. He chose them after all and he sees absolutely nothing wrong with them. To him, they're incredible and intriguing and a million other positive adjectives. He'll make a show out of checking their temperature or doing something else silly to show his absolute disbelief any time they make any comment about their insecurities to make them laugh and to reassure them that he sees none of what they see. Special shout-out to all my fluffy bunnies out there - Byakuran, especially, while it's not a prerequisite, loves the fluff and stans for the fluff and will always touch your stomach or rest his head on it or your thighs or your chest. Just all around, the fluff is soft and welcoming and cozy to him and he'll do everything he can to make his partner's insecurities disappear so they can love themselves the way he does.
Life with Byakuran as your partner will always be forever interesting. He doesn't like boredom and he goes out of his way to keep things interesting in his own life and in his relationship with his partner. He can make even the most mundane tasks fun and crazy adventures and no matter how old he gets, he's never afraid of fun or of being a little childish and wild adventure and silly antics are par for the course in a relationship with him.
Cons to Dating Byakuran Gesso
Byakuran is...flighty, I guess is the best way to word it. He will overwhelm his partner sometimes with his intense interest in them, almost bordering on obsession and it can be a bit creepy. But he's prone to rapidly changing interests and those interests are always intense and he'll disappear on his partner while pursuing those interests. It's not that he's lost feelings for them; he most certainly has not. It's simply that he's preoccupied with something else and they're simply not a part of his mental processing or occupying brain space while he devotes himself to whatever interests him at that moment. Unless he needs them for something, calls and texts will go unanswered and they won't be able to track him down until his flight of fancy is fulfilled and he finds his own way back to them.
Byakuran has a possessive streak. He tends to view people as his when he gets attached to them and with his partner, they are most certainly his and, if his partner ever activates this in him, the relationship can become a little or a lot unhealthy as he becomes controlling and possessive, especially so if he believes they have betrayed him in any way.
Byakuran can be a little narrow minded in some ways. It is something he is aware of, since the whole future fiasco and is something he does actively work on, but he does tend to be very convinced that he is correct on everything and that what he wants and what he thinks about things are the only correct things and thus can be a little overbearing while arguing with his partner and it's sometimes really hard for him to understand their point of view on things.
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Creative Challenge Day 6: scraplets!
We all know what the second alt mode of the first botbot to have such a thing is. We also know that humans helped her in obtaining it. But how exactly it happened might not be what you expect...
Scene opens on the little sportsbot staring intently at an inactive scraplet(apparently the swarm had tried to hide in a cave when the freak warming period that thawed them out for a bit neared it's end. Those that made it in reactivated after being thawed out yet again. Those left on the outside...not so much). "Are you sure this is how this works?" The humans looked over their data again. "Bots look at the item, and then they can scan it. At least, that's how the big ones do it." The little bot was getting impatient at this point. "Couldn't you guys, just, I don't know, install this into me or something?" "And risk causing harm to a creature of Earth should the procedure fail? If we were willing to do that, then the condition of our own bot would have been resolved long ago." Guess it was all up to her to figure this out then. To gain a form that would allow her to belong in the big bots' world. She turned toward the active scraplets, and a thought crossed her mind. 'They're treated like they don't belong either'. She turned back toward the inactive one, and as she walked toward it(believing that getting closer might help), she was more determined than ever, for if she could do this, she could not only show that she belonged, but maybe that they could too. She reached out and placed her hand on the scraplet, and then...something happened. From the human's perspective, there was a flash of purple light, and as it faded, they saw the bot in her new form. From the bot's perspective, there was still a purple light, but everything seemed to slow down, and all she could focus on was the item she was in contact with, her current form, and something deep within herself-the core of her very being. She felt each moment as that core feeling reached out toward the item, and the distance between said item and her form slowly disappearing. Botbots don't scan their alt modes; they become them. When her new form was fully brought in, she transformed into it, as if by instinct, and as the light faded, she was once again aware of everything else around her. *excited squeaks*
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@sociieties asked: 5 times touched, but it’s 5 times yoyo has painted zuzu
I. ryou sketches his best friend often - so often, that even though he's eight, he's filled up no less than nine sketchbooks so far with renders of his best friends face. it's easy enough - ha-chan doesn't like to show his eyes, and so he can just put glasses on top of them, and not really worry about drawing those pesky little details. he paints him too - both literally, and on him. the first big piece ryou does -- they're in the music room, and ryou's allowed in as long as he doesn't make a mess, while kazuya is practicing his scales on the piano.
there's an art competition coming up and ryou thinks he's going to enter. he's already got a sketch down -- kazuya, playing the piano. he's intently focused, and ryou finds inspiration in how kazuya plays. he spends weeks, sketching and coloring and painting; and destroying canvases because it just isn't right -- and doesn't tell his best friend. he wonders if he should -- but the thought is immediately tossed out of the window when ryou wins first place in his age group for the piece he calls, 'melody in art'. it features music sheets that ryou knows kazuya has been practicing / light and darkness balance, and the way shadows reflects on kazuya's face.
he could do better -- but he's pleased with himself. he carefully puts the piece away; to come back to later. he plans to give it to kazuya / forgets to give it to him.
II. kazuya is gone -- he's gone. his own personal angel has disappeared and ryou cannot get in contact with him at all. ( he's attempted to go to kazuya's home, only for that woman to turn him away. ) there's a competition in america and ryou had been in the hospital the weekend prior, mid-panic attack - having given himself a concussion, over his best friend leaving and his mother turning him away. ( he thought he was dead. he remembers how that woman hurt kazuya. ) his mother is worried but ryou tells her that he's fine alone and to go off to the competition anyways. his parents eye him for a moment and he waves them off. he'll be fine. he'll stay home and paint, it's not like he's got any friends. his parents breath out, and ryou smiles softly at them -- and they exit the house to get into the cab.
ryou sighs, and heads off to his art room. there's not much else he can do at the moment. he remembers times, sitting in here with kazuya and trying to turn the other into an angel - or an ocean -- and ryou wants to cry. he's older now and can paint how he wants to paint. if he's painting, then he's not thinking. he takes a brush, and he begins to streak color against canvas, letting his hands create and turning his brain off-line; he's so tired of thinking. he sculpts wings out of paint - thick, 3-d layers to resemble feathers, and body and golden light coming down from the sky -- and messy lavender hair and pinks and blues and purples all onto a canvas. he blinks as he stares at the canvas -- kazuya bathed in golden light with a halo shining around him / wings that emerge from the painting and his hand stretched up to the heavens. it's been twelve hours - and he's got a painting of his own personal angel whose decided to leave him behind. he's tempted to set it on fire.
III. he started and now he can't stop -- he thought his best friend was dead / and then his mother briefly mentions that she happened to see him the other day and ryou's world shattered around him again. it's him then. his best friend got tired of him. he was with some person and hanae couldn't get a decent look at them, and ryou's breath starts to pick up and everything is too tight. he's in the middle of dinner and he shoves the food away and runs off to his art room. it's safe / and it's not. memories of painting kazuya in this room exists / memories of climbing onto his best friend, jumping on him -- memories of kazuya all but echo around him. shaking hands unwraps canvas, shaking hands roll through paints -- and he picks blues, and greys and greens and peaches and purples.
the ocean is terrifying / he thinks. the dark deep and the under currents that pull you under. it might be a symbol of love, but it's a tomb for expectations. he feels like he's drowning / he paints kazuya drowning instead. he once told kazuya he'd make him the prettiest ocean / ryou thinks that sometimes, he didn't even have to lift paint brush; kazuya managed to sweep him off his feet each time, like harsh waves crashing along shoreline. kazuya is unfairly at peace in the painting.
ryou hates it.
IV. ryou thinks the only way to keep memories is to paint memories. kazuya isn't coming back -- and ryou doesn't want to lose his best friend. he keeps the space in his heart empty for him / and when people try to get to know him, he doesn't say anything more than what's needed. pictures are littered throughout his house - of them together / of them separately, and it hurts going into kazuya's room when he hasn't been by in seven - eight months - but ryou keeps it tidy just in case. he keeps a light on in there, just in case. he keeps clothes, changed throughout the seasons just in case. when ryou grows and out grows his clothes - he gets new clothes for kazuya - a bigger size. when seasons change -- he changes the art on the chalkboard wall and at one point even scribbles a little i miss you. kazuya's room has that stale smell to it and ryou hates it.
he's only in there for as long as he has too be nowadays. he finishes cleaning - stripping the bed and curtains, throwing them into the wash. while he waits, he goes to his own room and sits. he draws / he paints again.
this time, there's a forest -- overgrown, with a creeping darkness. there's him - him, as in ryou -- and he's turning around to look for kazuya whose not there physically but as a spirit / a ghost / a reminder of how his best friend haunts him despite being gone. he swallows. maybe he thinks -- maybe, he should stop. this can't be good for him. kazuya wants nothing to do with him, and ryou cries over the piece; staining canvas with tear-drops and smearing paint over ghost!kazuya. it's not the effect that ryou wanted.
V. he's moved on -- he thinks he's moved on. kazuya was his first love not that ryou is quite willing to admit to it / and kazuya wants nothing to do with him any more. at one point - when he was out with aomine - and by out, ryou means dragged out to look at shoes, when he was half-asleep, he spotted his best friend, grinning and laughing. ryou fled. aomine was confused shouting after him a confused, 'oi ! ryou! get back here ! ' that echod throughout the store. he didn't listen then and when aomine had managed to get him alone , ryou apologised, profusely, stating he had seen someone he hasn't talked too in nearly two years. his friend had accepted the excuse and ryou breathed, softly.
he doesn't talk about ha-chan to others.
he had gotten home -- and started a sketch - something to turn into a painting, of a smiling kazuya -- and it remained unfinished for months. sitting on the easel in his art room that he barely enters into anymore -- it feels weird without kazuya being in there without him / feels weird to be surrounded by portraits of his best friend -- without his best friend knowing.
he's leaving school one day -- kazuya, waiting for him on the stone wall and ryou tightens his grasp on his bag and begins to walk past him when the one person who he never expected to come back, waltzes right back into his life. ryou wants to cry. ( it would be when ryou is finally starting to move on, he thinks. ) he tells him not to play against kiridaii, and ryou scoffs. just because he'd listen to him once-- where does kazuya get off on thinking he'd listen to him again, after he left him shattered ?
he gives in. eventually. he always gives in. there is no use in pretending otherwise when both he and kazuya knows differently.
he skips the game / finishes the painting that he started back near the beginning of the year, fixes the angles on kazuya's jaw, the tilt of his lips into a smirk that ryou no longer recognizes. and then -- he smears the top / distorts the eyes and the hair -- and remembers the game is that day and he does want to see the outcome.
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BTHB 2023 - Fill 3 - Passing Out From Pain
For anyone who wanted Mariano to get a break, here you go! Back to Will for a little bit c:
TWs: Gore, impalement, crushing injuries, building collapse, death
"Bennett?" Sophronia called, coughing. Dust choked out the meager light that dotted the roof of their space, and she had to tug her shirt collar up over her nose and mouth to even think about breathing. "Bennett, can you hear me?"
William's soul was nearby. That much was certain. Even if it was too dark to see, at least she could feel him.
Gingerly starting to crawl, Sophronia winced as sharp debris dug into her knees. It didn't matter, really, her clothes were bloody enough from the initial collapse of the floor and walls. Something had gouged her side when she fell, deep enough that even breathing felt like overdoing it.
William still hadn't answered.
Getting deeper into their makeshift cavern, she finally heard something. A hitched breath with a squeaky, breaking sob. It came from where William's soul was.
She froze for a moment, trying to discern if it was really from him. When was the last time she'd heard him sound like that? Could she remember? Was it when he was a freshly dead, shivering soul of a teenager? When he was escorted to her after escaping Daniel?
"Will?"
The noise abruptly stopped, traded for a shuddering gasp. "Sophie...?" She felt sticky fingers brush against her wrist, and instinctively she tapped into her magic.
Magenta light filled the area, and only thing that stopped her from audibly reacting was her years of experience in the field. "Bennett--I'm here." She said, unable to take her eyes off of William’s chest.
A dull metal rod disappeared into the dark fabric of his coat, dyed darker by blood. Twisted concrete bloomed at the top, rising up and away like a horrific flower. Trailing down his pinned body, it took Sophronia another second to realize that the metal seemed to be the only thing holding him in place.
"I'm--this, this sucks..." He managed to gasp out, a desperately suppressed laugh threatening to shake him. "Is anyone else...are the others okay?"
"Yves and Charlotte managed to get out before it all came down. They're helping the living, right now." Sophronia said, taking note of the busy souls above them. She could feel Charlotte helping people out of the wreckage, and Yves hovering in one spot--doing triage, most likely. "I need to get you out, alright?"
William struggled to take another breath, his face twisting when he did. She heard a dull scrape, metal against something hard, and felt her stomach turn. "It broke...it's through my sternum." He managed, fingers twitching like he wanted to grab at the rod. "It--god, Soph, it's...I don't think you're go-onna unpin me."
Sophronia swallowed hard. "I know. Let me--" Another rumble cut Sophronia off, and her magenta eyes snapped upwards. The concrete above them started to shift, dust starting to stream down.
Sophronia managed to throw herself over William as it all fell, stifling a harsh cry of her own as her side lit up with pain. Her chin pressed against his dust-caked hair as though she could shield him from more damage. His chest trembled against her own as the world crumbled around them.
A muffled scream erupted beneath her, and she felt William arch despite the metal through his chest. He was a line of tension, shaking from the force of it. He fell quiet, and then still.
When the avalanche of concrete stopped, Sophronia pushed herself back upright. Amid the choking dust and the slowly seeping blood from her side, she found her own head was starting to spin. "Bennett?"
Looking to her other side, Sophronia saw the reason he'd fainted.
The heavy concrete that had fallen from its own weight had landed on William's legs. She didn't dare touch--one look at the odd, jagged lumps under his pants fabric told her everything she needed to know. "Okay, that's alright Will." She said, taking a breath. "This makes it much easier, good job."
It was a miracle he wasn't still conscious, really. He would've clung to awareness as long as possible--to life as long as possible. It would've made what she needed to do more uncomfortable for him.
Instead, she ran her fingers through his messy, bloody hair, and wordlessly slipped her other hand into his chest. Her fingers met no resistance as she passed through his shirt, past skin and bone, until she found his soul and plucked it out. As his body dissolved into purple smoke, Sophronia could finally get them both to help.
#whump#bthb#bad things happen bingo#building collapse#gore#blood#impalement#crushing injuries#a gentle death#started as a quiet friday night#I imply vaguely that it's an#earthquake#but it's so vague
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Party member Ceana would like to know Satine better on an emotional level. 9, 15, 17,35 and just for fun, 65 :3
sixty-nine more questions for your ttrpg characters! / ask.
HI ADAM (and dearest ceana!!!!!) ty <33
9. when in their life were they most scared?
satine spent a lot of his beginnings afraid, in this sort of brave numb state. it was a very 'i don't know how else to be, so i think this makes sense' kind of dull fear. but most afraid... easily, when the theater burned. seeing refrain and violence start to duke it out and looking at the viciousness so bare-faced (both in refrain and in someone that seemed capable of hurting him) was very terrifying. he knew that something horrific could change, or maybe sensed that something was about to change.
mostly, she was scared to see refrain get hurt (but also, see violence get hurt–because she had this like innate comforting feeling that came nostalgically with their presence even not recognizing them at that point). but... she's human and she was sort of trapped in a circumstance, so she was equally afraid of relief sneaking up on her. was he relieved to see everything disappear? glad that something so awful happened? no, never. even being content with the way things turned out and being grateful for a chance to become this second self... the relief of losing all he lost never hit him. just grief and hurt to wade through, slowly but surely.
but he was afraid of it/afraid due to the anticipation of it. little messy, right? but that's a # human moment for you.
15. is there something that never fails to make them laugh?
probably his friends' sense of humor! and i want to say vulture's sort of very gentle way of asking unconventional questions. having someone look at you very seriously and say something you wouldn't expect is very sweet and they make satine laugh a bunch, because they're both exploring the world together and learning about things that sound very strange to say aloud.
17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?
not a ton, but satine cries more easily on command for performance reasons than it does to make her start crying generally. most easily he cries because of music, because it was so beautiful. he also cries sort of reflexively when seeing people he loves in immediate danger, just oily reborn construct waterworks.
35. when did they feel loneliest?
probably the very beginning of his time with violence, before they got comfortable with each other and grew close. it was like the way to life was spoonfed to him, how to sing, how to act, how to love, for the first year and then everything got ripped out from underneath him and there was no direction to anything, because violence was so keen on letting satine decide for himself. although refrain never forced beliefs on satine, it was like having guidance and then not having much to go off of?
plus, satine felt like this obstacle between violence and the brother he lost just as much as she felt like an intruder on a decades-old conflict. a lot of feeling like a stranger in his own life. so it was scary, for sure, and very fortunate that violence's kindness started to reflect and their life grew more bearable over time. lots of endurance from both parties that turned out very kind as a result. she'll never forget violence's kindness even while he was grieving so miserably.
65. what would their go-to karaoke song be?
aw, this makes me think of the question about modern AU you asked! in the modern AU with ceana, i totally think bad romance by lady gaga.
you know that i want you…. you know that i need you…. 'CAUSE I'M A FREE BITCH, BABY….. i want it bad your bad romance :)
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nap of a star and the little prince parallels
"The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart."
"And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."
I can see, even if you aren't in front of me // I can touch, even if you aren't in my sight // My heart always dances just at the memory of you like it used to before // My heart is filled with you // They're engraved in my heart
"The night had fallen. I had let my tools drop from my hands. Of what moment now was my hammer, my bolt, or thirst, or death? On one star, one planet, my planet, the Earth, there was a little prince to be comforted. I took him in my arms, and rocked him. I said to him:
'The flower that you love is not in danger. I will draw you a muzzle for your sheep. I will draw you a railing to put around your flower. I will—' I did not know what to say to him. I felt awkward and blundering. I did not know how I could reach him, where I could overtake him and go on hand in hand with him once more. It is such a secret place, the land of tears."
I reach, even if you leave for somewhere far away from me // In my dream, you came to me slowly and said to me / That you miss me dearly / And not to worry, to me who had tears streaming down my face / You spoke to me softly
"But if you tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world."
"One runs the risk of weeping a little, if one lets himself be tamed."
In my dream, you came to me slowly and said to me / That you miss me dearly / And not to worry, to me who had tears streaming down my face / You spoke to me softly
"Suppose I happen to know a unique flower, one that exists nowhere in the world except on my planet, one that a little sheep can wipe out in a single bite one morning, just like that, without even realizing what he'd doing — that isn't important? If someone loves a flower of which just one example exists among all the millions and millions of stars, that's enough to make him happy when he looks at the stars. He tells himself 'My flower's up there somewhere...' But if the sheep eats the flower, then for him it's as if, suddenly, all the stars went out. And that isn't important?"
"Look up at the sky. Ask yourself, 'Has the sheep eaten the flower or not?' And you'll see how everything changes... And no grown-up will ever understand how such a thing could be so important."
"'I will not leave you.' But he was anxious."
Because I believe in you, even if I'm anxious
"You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad."
"If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers..."
On an evening sunset, or even in the darkened night sky
"'I wonder,' he said, 'whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again..."
"You— you alone will have the stars as no one else has them... In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night... You— only you— will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure... It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh."
The memories of my childhood years dancing in the starlight
"To forget a friend is sad. Not everyone has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures..."
"'Ephemeral' It means 'which is in danger of speedy disappearance.'"
The unanswering dark silence when I call out to you in the night scares me / I'm afraid it'll be forgotten like this / Those moments that had felt like magic, and the night sky I had walked with you / I'm afraid they would simply vanish like a dream
#im so sorry if it doesnt make any sense 😭 i tried#but if you read the book and listen to the song youll see so much similarities its insane#theres probably more. but my brain is tired and im going to sleep now#tomorrow x together
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